• kyanite_queen 22w

    When the sounds of the stirring city settled the girl stared at her reflection in the mirror.
    Her eyes softly tracing her perfect imperfections.
    Her heart beating, dancing to the song of her soul.
    She stood tall, proud, strong and more determined than ever.
    She didn't need magic, no. She didn't need validations or compliments, poems or love songs to know she was the very essence of this thing they call magic.
    ©kyanite_queen